I met with my therapist this week.
She asked me what I thought about living in my old house. I told her that my old house wasn’t anything special but it suited the purpose at the time.
She then asked me what it was like living in my dream house. Did it change me at all? Do I feel like I am a ‘softer’ person? Did I give up some of my determination?
I said that I don’t think I changed at all.
To this she responded, what if you were a healthier person inside? Do you really think that it is going to change you for the worse?
She trapped me in my own thinking.
Maybe I could have inner peace without giving up some of the grit that survival awarded me with.
I did what I had to do in order to survive. But now I am stuck because I know no other way. It suited its purpose at the time, but I no longer need to live there.
Why am I so fearful of being in a better place?